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It ain' the ringing of the bellwhich calls me back to skule once more;it ain't that i must lurn to spellthat makes my hart so orful soar: it ain't that fracktions i must lurnnor jografy that makes me blew, it "s just becoz today i yurnto do the things i didn't doo.

ring out, wild bell! ime on mi wayto skule again, and summer's done - it dussent seem more than a daysince i began to have mi fun. i wouldn't mind this cuming back,it ain't the skule ime kicking on, it's just becoz i missed a stackof fun, and now the summer's gone.

i planned to bild a coogie inour yard, where all the kids could meat; the roof was going to be of tin,and we 'd have carpet for our feet; and i was going to organizea brave and daring pirut crew and we 'd take rich men bi surprize -but gee! how fast the summer's flue.

and that's the skule bell ringing now,vacashun's slipped away from me; what i acomplisshed anyhowis something more than i can see; i've had some fun, of course, but then,it really seams to beet the dutch how very little i did wheni planned to do so very much.

Ah, little boy, you do not knowThe lesson that you teach us all; You with unwilling feet now goTo school at the approach of Fall. We grown-ups soon will hear a bell,Announcing that our course is run, Far more than death we fear to tellThe good deeds that we might have done.